out of money
already
with nothing but friendship-float sessions
and nice things to drink
ribs
and honey mustard kinks
to show for it
wanna head for the ghost
and have all the greene
my backseat can fill
drifting
and just like the warm sand
i'll surrender to the waves
to the graves of the birds
from our youth
who died much to young
much too far from having fun
could heaven be sweeter than i feel right now?
and nothings going on
nothings going on